Blackfeather Woods Never been a perfect soul

The man offered riches. Why? What was his plan?
His ears flicked nervously. Unsure of what to think. What was the worst that could become of this?
Rowan nodded, taking a step closer, Void cawing, head tilting in what seemed to be excitement. A flutter of wings and her feathers puffed up.
He hoped they were right.

"I left them."
His Mother failed him and Moonshine left too. He wanted to come home and his Mother didn't. He'd made it this far.
He felt a widening pit of unresolved pain and sorrow open up inside of him. He wanted to be a guardian but yet left those dearest to him.
What did he have to show for his efforts?

Another question. Requesting another answer.
"Rowan..." He absently replied, not realising he'd moved from the food. Void hopped forward, pecking at the scraps, reminding Rowan he was here. 
The boy moved to the food, glancing at the stranger before tucking in. Slowly even though his body screamed for satiation.