John was young then and was away from his motherland and away from the judging eyes of his parents. He was happy for the first time in life. He allowed himself to be so happy that he ate three plates of Lamb Yakhni and suffered from lose motion. But on the full moon day he had recovered. Though the night was chilly, yet he could not see any sign of a cloud in the sky. The moon was shining bright like a silvery orb. He waited in the hut of Salim - his local tourist guide. He had clearly told him that he was there to see or witness the wolves. No hunting. Just witnessing. Salim was terrified at first. But he was a man too. He agreed to wait until midnight and accompany John into the jungle.
It was a full moon night. The rustle of the leaves, the soft chilly breeze, owls' hooting, the stilly mistery if the night was weaving a music unheard of music in his ears. It was for the first time he was allowing him to be excited to such an amount. Salim was sitting beside him on two adjacent branches of a willow tree. John said giving Salim a silver coin from his pocket, "Here, take it. I don't see the wolves coming tonight." But he was wishing the opposite. He continued, "But if something happens, then you can just throw this silver coin towards me and shout at me, 'Help me.' Then only I can help you. Remember?"
Salim nodded his head.