He had, naively, thought the hunger would vanish somehow. He'd never been one good at meditating, so the high elven ways were lost to him. He'd learned to siphon mana and fel, just like all of them. There was always that soul scratching gnaw for more. More. And even more.
But he'd followed her. Farther and farther. To keep an eye on her. To stay with that family that lived. She was desperate to learn to control it. To learn from it. And she found others.
So he remained there, on the periphery of the void's chosenĀ children. And he hungered. For connection and for the sustenance of life. So he kept himself tethered to darkness.