I found the fox trapped in a, well, trap. Sharp metal teeth had dug in just deep enough to keep it from escaping but not enough to really start killing it quickly.
Now, I was running away, with the people chasing me just audible in the distance. And there was no guarantee that the fox wouldn't attack me as soon as it got out.
But as I began to pull the jaws of the trap apart, I knew that I wasn't who I thought I was if I left it there.
Besides, it could take out a pursuer once reset.
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