Yesterday I rolled a tauren druid on The Venture Co., named Songlark (the actual naming process took about 45 minutes, because I'm a dork).
In character, she's bright and cheerful and more outgoing than the hunter Lunapike.
Out of character she is my highest-level druid in WoW, at level 7.
Rejuvenation is one of my favorite things ever. It's like a Mend Pet, only for yourself. As such, my current typical super-intense and clearly very experienced *cough* druid strategy goes something like this:
Pull with a Wrath or two. Rejuvenation. Moonfire. Moonfire again. ...hit with stick until my mana comes back. Rejuvenation, Moonfire, Moonfire, hitting with stick...
Like that. Sometimes I'll throw in a Healing Touch for good measure.
I dig it. I'm like a mage that can heal. Except I go OOM a lot faster than my mage does (and that's saying a lot). But that's because my mage has a bunch of Intellect gear and this druid, well, doesn't yet.
So I got about halfway through level 7 and was having this great fun time and I was aiming for level 10 before the night was out, and then suddenly I felt it.
"Piiiike... come back to us... you know you want to..."
"No! I'm leveling a druid!!"
"Piiiiiiike... we have cookies... and Kibler's Bits..."
I logged out of Songlark and logged into Tawyn and spent the next two hours in Alterac Valley pewpew'ing stuff.
It's a drug, I tell ya.
Currently I'm waffling over whether I should get the druid to 10 today or give another class a whirl. I suppose I'll think it over while I'm at work.