Script inhaled the dusty street air of Val. Transporters hummed in a recognisable tune as they flew over her head. They all passed through this part of town, but none stopped - none except the police vehicles that came in once every month to clean up the dead.  
Since Script’s last paycheck the police had already visited twice. She was acutely aware of the money she didn’t have. The worry had been gnawing at her for weeks.  
However this dusty morning was filled with hope; Script had heard of a person with job opening for a professional like her. With her trusty sidearm on her hip, she was determined to seek out this potential client.  
With one effortless dash Script disappeared into the shadows.
 
In this piece I further familiarised myself with the nuances of Krita’s paint knife and other blending brushes. This deepened understanding allowed me to shade the fur collar of the coat as well as Script’s own fur in a much nicer-looking way than I could before.
 
Yinglets are a creation of Valsalia, so if you feel like seeing more bipedal monotremes, check him out!