Story
A street urchin turned (literal) cat burglar who (sort of) found his calling as a druid after he ran from the big city to escape the heat. Tafty has never really felt he fit in anywhere, which is probably why he ended up fitting in so well with a mismatched party of adventurers. They handled themselves well enough to call themselves adventurers rather than simply a scruffy band of vagrants with a habit of poking their noses in, but it was a near thing. A village besieged by werewolves was their next target, but somehow, things went wrong. Very wrong, apparently, because Tafty woke alone in unfamiliar woods, already transformed into his trusty wolf wild shape.
Weird. Possibly useful, though, seeing as he'd lost his quarterstaff and had no clue of where he was. There was nothing to do but set out and try to find his way back to the party—or, failing that, to some magic user who could teleport him back to them.