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Louisa shivered, despite the layers of t-shirt, jumper and jacket she was wearing, and stripped the excess water from her face with her hand.
The gesture was automatic, she was far too soaked for it to make any real difference to her, as was Nathan, who squelched up the stairs at her side. Together they resembled a pair of oversized, half-drowned rats.
The storm that Floyd Mantle had warned them about had held off until they were on their way back from ocelot-spotting. It was just as well it had for the fifteen or so minutes they were out in it was more than long enough to leave them thoroughly drenched and very uncomfortable.
Despite their current physical situation, they were both happy for all three ocelots had come down to the small, stream-fed pool that seemed to be their favou
