GM: You walk from the pouring rain into "The Crater". The smell of what can only be described as wet fur assaults your nostrils, amid growls, yaps and gravelly voices. You see a half-dozen Vargr, clustered in a small group around a table, across the room.
Player: The Dog people, right?
GM: Exactly.
Player: Well, I go up to them, and ask them if they know where we can find.. no wait!
GM: What?
Player: I get down on my hands and knees, and crawl across the room, and let them sniff my butt.
(The game was thus called for a 10 minute break, due to out of control laughter by the entire group.)