A/N: I don't do this much, but I needed a little addendum to this fic. An epilogue seemed fitting.
I swear, I have a heart, I just read a lot and can see the darker side of life. And this was so hard to write,I had to stop many times until I was home so I wouldn't cry
Just bear with me as I finish this and then, I swear, I have a happier fic in my mind. I can only be bitter for so long.
This is just a little epilogue from Diego's POV. Just bear with me and remember Diego is feeling lost and confused right now, his thoughts will be jumbled and go back and forth from angry to miserable, to almost suicidal to accepting.

I've never loved anybody before. Not really. I respected Soto before I left, I guess I loved my parents, though I hardly remember them, and I love Manny and Sid like brothers, but never the kind of love I felt for Topaz. Never the kind of love like I saw in her eyes.
Now she's gone. I felt every breath she took last night, and that last breath,that almost killed *me*. The only thing that keeps me going is Daz. A perfect mix of us. He's wandering a little away right now, I'm not sure how to break the news to him. I don't think there is anything that could hurt him. I watch Manny and Sid , who I know are watching me. They don't know what to say. Sid tried this morning, and it *did* help, a little. Not much, but it made me smile, and see what I have......no, no, No! It isn't, it can't be. I know that sound though, and I know that smell. It's the sound of a cub falling, and the smell of blood. My son's blood. I do the only thing I can do. I lay down in the snow and c lose my eyes. When I open them this whole thing will have been a dream or I'll be dead, right? Wrong. Manfred wakes me up to tell me what happened. I knew all along. I turn to Manny for help. He's lost a family before. He can help me. Move on? That's the only advice he can give me? Move on? Grieve them and never forget them, but pick up and just move on? I can't, not just yet. So what if a storm is coming? I don't care Just let me die,here, near my mate and my son. Just please, whoever decided it would be a good idea, let me go too. Pride be damned. I need to die, to be with them. What do I have to live for now? Manny forces me to move about a mile away, since the bodies will soon decay. I can't do that until I've said some kind of goodbye though. Manny and Sid help me spread a few flowers around Topaz, but Manny has to spread them down the gulch, I can't see that, not yet. Plus, I'm not sure I won't be tempted to jump off that myself.
Night fall. I can't sleep. Everything keeps coming back to me. Horrible images. Manny says we still have a few days before we have to move, but he wants me to sleep, so I can carry on. I try but I wake up sobbing. It's an eerie quiet around here. Sid and Manny whisper between them, and say as little as possible to me. I know I have to move on though, because if I don't of my own freewill, I know Manny won't hesitate to place me on his back and move me. So I have to sleep tonight. I have to put away all my thoughts and sleep. Damn it! That look in her eyes before she closed them for the last time. It will haunt me forever. If I let it. But can I stop it? For two days, I've done nothing, and I intend to move on tomorrow. Can I do that? I need to eat, to move, to function. Function. As hard as that will be, that is the most critical. I must move just being to doing. Then, when the time is right, I'll move on to living again. I can't hunt so close to their bodies, so I must sleep tonight, so I'll be ready to move on with Sid and Manny. Ready to say my final goodbyes. Ready to face the gluch. Finally, a morning comes were I haven't been visited by overwhelming images. Manny calls to me that we are leaving. I yell back that I have to say my goodbyes. I walk back the mile to were my mates body is. I fell her presence and look around. Wistful thinking. But I do hear her voice. She's telling me to move on. That it's okay. All I needed. Her reassurance, though I'm sure it was just a fantasy. I creep my way to the edge of the gulch. I look down. The smell of blood is starting to fade, and I don't see the body. It's either been destroyed by vultures and other scavnegers, or it's too far down to see. I pray it's the second option. Manny calls to me again, and I head back to my pack. Just three. That's what it was always meant to be. Me. the mammoth, and the sloth. No more, no less. I don't have to like it, but, some day, some how, I can learn to accept it.
A/N: Now that that is out of my system, I can focus on happier things.I have a much lighter piece in the works for our boys. All I will say about that is that I should put it up soon after Thanksgiving, if things work out for me. ^____^