Seiya allowed himself a small amount of relief when Rökkvi ultimately appeared unharmed and sat upright. A wave of his tail brought new alarm and he whipped his head around to view a tailtip wrapped tightly with several red ribbons; a nagging feeling in his right ear caused it to twitch, and he lifted a paw to feel it. Where had he gotten ribbons!? Were these... red strings of Fate?

But Rökkvi's question pulled at him and he glanced the length of the river, at least that which he could see, following the moon's sparkling signature on the water. He didn't recognize anything that way so he looked downstream—just in case, right?—but everything that way was foreign, too. The water couldn't have carried them too far, though. He was sure he made quick work of getting them to shore. His search turned upward but all he could see, again, was the night sky. They hadn't fallen off of or through anything. They just... fell.

There's nothing, Rökkvi, he said quietly, his gaze empty and lost as he continued to confirm, visually, that they were nowhere near where they should have been. The horizon was jagged with mountains, but not their mountain. Chill set to his blood when he realized the ruptured fang's silhouette was missing from the skyline.

It's gone, Seiya managed, his voice catching in his throat. With cold realization flushing through him, he clarified, The Jawbone is gone.