Rift had set them to spreading life, so here he was. He'd invited along the rest of the Kingdom of Eridanus--shyly--and now he crept through Canis, unsure of just how many he had behind him. He'd asked if the Bonebound wanted to meet him here, too--hopefully some of them might be waiting.

Canis was dry, littered with bones, but Oliver had spent many cycles cultivating a grove. After Eridanus' fire, he'd feared what might happen if that cave were ever truly lost. And so he'd set about building a second Eridanus, of sorts: transporting its plants, growing them, and ensuring they were safe.

Part of the garden had once been boxed in and sheltered in by walls of bone, but now it had overgrown them. There were several pools of once-stagnant water that Oliver had spent a great deal of time purifying, so that now they were clear and clean. Around these, soil had been transported here, though thinly, and mixed with Canis' own. The bones had seemed to serve as good fertilizer, anyway; the grasses, ferns, clinging ivys, and many trees had grown well and thickly. Bushes, flowers and fruits filled the rest of the space, and the soil was damp: Oliver had been careful to keep everything periodically wet with rain and mist.

"So... I was thinking we could. Move it out, more. I have all these seeds but I can't do it myself and--all the water farther out is bad, or well. Not as good? And there's not a lot of good dirt," he added, softly.

He set down a large pouch, spilling out the hundreds of seeds within. Hopefully he wouldn't be alone in this endeavor any longer.