Osiris was a crafty, thoughtful beast, but where he thrived with imagination he often cursed the fact that his clawed toes were not deft enough to carry out the more delicate tasks he envisioned. That had never dampened his wish to give the Amiirad gifts and baubles and trinkets to be amused by nonetheless, and he prided himself in mysteriously procuring such oddities that he could not, obviously, make himself. It was not easy as a four foot, roughly 500 pound feline to befriend the creatures with thumbs, but by the light of Ra, he managed! It took patience, bribery, and the luck of finding an especially brave critter, but Osiris had all that in spades, and was a determined being ready to meet his goals by any means necessary. Racoons, he thus learned, were a bit more brave than the monkeys he'd known, and they didn't mind being up all night either. One was happy to help with the promise of a full belly, and while it worked, Osiris caught so many damn fish the beast was probably still trying to take it all back to its den.

Osiris had collected so many wisteria, carefully, so that they remained in their long strands of woody vines, that he might've been able to make a nest of them for himself. The helpful racoon ended up running off to find two others for more help, for which Osiris also had to fish. Then, assisting with the lifting and moving and not much more, he watched as they braided a sort of macramé cape with some seashells he found that'd had holes in them. He was pleased with the purple covering, and though it would wilt and fall apart before terribly long, he hoped Neferseba enjoyed it for as long as it lasted.

He'd rolled it up oh-so-gently, thanked the raccoons with a branch of berries he'd managed to find, and set it aside somewhere safe for the next day. The rattle of the shell pieces was satisfying as he picked it up again in the morning and carried it, sitting outside the den waiting for Satiset to emerge with the purple bundle held gently between his massive, grinning jaws.