The surviving residents of the Great Valley found Littlefoot sitting cross-legged by Bluetooth's headless corpse, seemingly talking to himself.
"Yeah, I won't be able to hide this. Yea, but how am I going to explain you? Uh huh, because it's not like everyone hates and fears you. Well, that's true, it doesn't look like I can do anything else. Ok, but don't invade their minds or anything, that won't look good. Yes, it would help if you showed yourself."
"Excuse me, are we interrupting?" Cera's dad, Topsy, asked. Littlefoot's head spun around, and for a moment, his red eyes smouldered, but they quickly dimmed.
"Not really", he said, and watched everyone's jaws drop a little. "What?" he asked. "Your teeth", Ducky's mother said. (No idea what the hell her name is, too tired ot make one, will accept suggestions though) Littlefoot felt his teeth, and found that they were all pointed. "Oh, those." Great, the first thing they notice is that I have sharp teeth, he thought, Not very convincing. Have no fear, T'nar responded, They won't pay much attention to those when you explain what happened.

So Littlefoot took a deep breath, and recounted the events that had befallen him, starting with the voice, and eventually leading up to his fusion with his ancestor. At that, his audience couldn't restrain themselves, and hundreds of questions and remarks filled the air. "SILENCE!" he yelled, allowing his deeper voice to sound, then , when everyone had quieted, "Thank you. One at a time, please."
"Are you sure that the...thing that's in you is T'nar?", Petrie's mom asked. "Pretty sure", Littlefoot replied, "Next."
"This fast biter that you've befriended, Smith Yellowscale, Says that there are even more Sharpteeth in this 'grand army'. Is it true?", Grandpa longneck asked. "That, unfortunately, is also true", Littlefoot said, "They've already conquered most of the areas in the Great Beyond. Smith has told me that Berry Valley was their most recent victory."
"You mean..." Grandma Longneck began.
"They showed no mercy", Littlefoot told them, "There are no more yellowbellies, at least not enough to continue as a species. T'nar says they have a generation or two before they die off."
"I'd like to see this ghost, if he's not afraid to show himself", Topsy said gruffly.
Littlefoot smirked, and suddenly a spirit stood next to him, one which everyone instinctively realized was T'nar. "You called?" "Um-I-uh..." Topsy stammered, some of his color leaving his body, and clearly struck with fear. "If there is nothing more to say, then allow my descendant and I to get to work."
"Work?" A dinosaur in the far back asked.
"Yes, work", T'nar answered, "If you were listening, you know that an army much bigger and more powerful than this one is still out there, with more access to resources than you. The only answer is to build an army of our own."
"An army? I'm not sure, ancient one. We have lost many of our companions..." Grandpa Longneck said. T'nar grinned, and began to laugh. "Oh my, that's funny. Of COURSE I won't use any of you! I'll use them instead", and with that he swept his arms around, indicating the corpses around them. The residents of the Great Valley gasped.
"You don't mean..." Ducky's mother began.
"We do mean", Littlefoot said, "The dead will fight once more."