Catling is a curious halfling, ever getting into trouble. Usually she's concocted some plot to foil a clever foe, but realizes a little too late that it was a bad idea. To her good luck, there's usually a group of Pathfinders close by to help her out of a jam. She travels from place to place, never staying anywhere for too long. During one of her great journeys from shire to shire, she came across a tiger that had been badly hurt. Never one to back down from any challenges, she bravely approached the tiger, sending it positive messages and singing sweet gentle lullabyes. The tiger was unsure at first, but soon relaxed as Catling healed its wounds gently and allowed the great beast to rest. When the tiger awoke, it spotted Catling nearby and ran over to her, as if to strike her with a great paw, but instead stopped and nuzzled her hand, as if to thank her. They formed a mighty bond and have traveled together since. She decided to name him Hank (since it rhymed with tank and that what he seemed to be). They like to go out hunting together and she tries to charm her way into every inn owner to allow her to keep the tiger at her side at all times. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. When it doesn't, she usually throws a fit and decides to sleep in the woods with the tiger. Catling believes that everyone should like her and everyone should like Hank, since they are both so incredibly charming. She believes this quite firmly and is a little oblivious to anyone that doesn't feel that way. She's quite stubborn that way and will continue to be so. She still comes up with crafty schemes when it's needed, but at least now she has Hank to protect her.