"Yes. Leo's gate, however flawed, did transfer all the ship to the same second. These ripples would have a different time coordinate, so probably we're looking at pieces of the ship arriving in Pittsburgh - unless we hit it with a damn big rock."
"So where do we get it?"
"I don't know. If we could tap the spring under Turtle Creek, that would work, but I don't see any evidence that power is seeping through."
There was no sign of Malice in Oakland when Wolf and the others returned to the enclaves. Maynard had set up a command center in the building across the street from Poppymeadow's. He and the NSA agents had set up lookout posts across the city, linked by radio.
"Unless it can go invisible, it hasn't appeared in the city yet," Maynard tapped three points on the map. "Between the Cathedral of Learning, the USX building and Mount Washington, we can see for miles - and Stormsong said that this thing was huge."
Wolf nodded. "Unfortunately, it will be dark soon."
Someone was hammering upstairs. The hammering stopped, and something large moved overhead accompanied with odd rhythmic clicking noise.
Wolf cocked his head, trying to place the sound. "What is that?"
Stormsong glanced toward Earth Son standing in the street, just outside the open door, and lowered her voice. " Domi's nagarou brought the little dragon, so the humans can see what we're fighting."
Interesting how one afternoon could change your perspective on size.
Maynard had caught Stormsong's caution and spoke quietly in English. "Briggs and Durrack are seeing what works against it."
Wolf couldn't decide if this was ingenious or unwise. He found the stairs leading up to the one large open room taking up the entire second story. The windows had been boarded shut and mattresses leaned against the walls. The dragon and others were in the far corner, standing around a computer set up on the floor. While Oilcan and Durrack were focused on the screen, Briggs and Little Horse and Cloudwalker were standing back and watching the dragon.
All beings - dragon, humans and elves - looked up when he arrived with his Hand.
" Domou." Little Horse acknowledged his arrival.
"What are you doing here?" Wolf thought he had sent his blade brother back to the enclaves.
"There is nothing I can do for domi, but she would want her nagarou safe. Surely, the oni will try and take back the little dragon."
Wolf glanced at his domi's nagarou. There was so much of Tinker in his appearance that it hurt - her mouth, her eyes, and her haphazard haircut. In the hectic last two months, he'd not spoken once to the young man. Wolf realized now that Tinker was Oilcan's only family; he was now quite alone. Wolf could not imagine it; an elf only found himself alone if he was exiled from his clan. Clans were so vast, that natural disaster would lay low entire households and families and there would still be someone left to be responsible for the orphans.
Wolf had been lax toward Oilcan because he was an adult - if he was an elf, Oilcan would have chosen a clan that superseded all family responsibilities. That had been wrong of Wolf. Even if he lifted Tinker out of her species, it did not completely free her of her culture's obligations - and as her domou, her responsibilities was his own. But beyond that, it been wrong of him to be a stranger to the one person that Tinker loved as much as life.
Oilcan cautiously separated himself from the dragon, as if he didn't fully trust either the dragon or the warriors from either race. "Wolf Who Rules." Oilcan gave a proper bow. "I heard about Malice on the scanner," he said in High Tongue. Sorrow filled his eyes as he spoke, and then was firmly put aside. "I thought we might learn something from Impatience."
"Thank you, nagarou. That was wise of you." Wolf dropped to low Elvish, and put a hand to the young man's shoulder.
A smile flashed over Oilcan's face, then vanished as he sighed. "Unfortunately, most of what we've found out so far isn't good."
"I did not expect anything else. What have we found out?"
"Well, there was a question if Impatience and Malice are both really dragons, given their size and various other differences. From what we've pieced together, we think they are. In Chinese mythology, the four claw dragons are considered common dragons but the imperial dragon has five claws. We think the variations are racial instead of species differences, and possibly represent political differences too."