After Jeri had returned to his life, Duskmire had found his interest in gardening and farming renewed. He'd never been terribly good at it, but he figured as long as they had a garden here - and, to his knowledge, the most talented living gardener (Jeri) - they may as well take advantage of it. That said, Duskmire had been out in the Garden of 'Eden' all day, picking weeds and re-arranging things. He'd amassed a burlap bag of various seeds for planting and carried some tiny wood pails of water here from the river; he was ready to get to work. He was digging, currently, both paws in the mud, to plant a little apple tree sapling he was relocating; but his quiet work was an invitation for others to help. Tiring of doing all this himself, though, he wouldn't stay quiet.
"Hey - anyone want to help me plant more carrots over there? I also have some of them I already uh, harvested over there with some radishes - if someone wanted to run a basket or two to some of our allies that couldn't hurt either," Dusk called out to anyone that was bothering to listen as he continued to dig. Two paws on the tiny tree he'd dragged over, Dusk arranged it in the pit he'd excavated and began kicking dirt over the roots. Maybe his specialization as a guardian would be farming or something; this wasn't half bad. He felt useful, for once - like he had something to contribute.