It was after the building in Clockhaven had collapsed into the sewers that Tepic noticed things had changed. Not only down on that side of the City, where the old bolt holes were clogged with debris or even underwater, but also around Babbage Square. The traps had been disturbed, some even broken open, and the few voles he had caught seemed more frightened than ever, quite a feat for the small creatures!
Something had moved, and from recent rumours among the urchins about adventures under the Gangplank, Tepic had a worrying thought about whom it could be. It was probably time to set some boundaries, and remind certain persons of old stand-offs.
It took a little bit of searching, but he found all the odds and ends he needed. Soon, there were new traps down in the sewers, still able to catch his natural prey, but with a tiny spring activated striker. If anyone tried to break into one, the striker would spark against a small strip of magnesium foil, enough to startle but not harm the person holding it. If his suspicions were right, it should have a good effect on whoever was raiding the traps, hopefully warning them off.
It wasn’t his intention to drive the newcomers away, after all, everyone had to live, but they had to be clear what not to touch, and that foxes, however small, were not to be trifled with! As a precaution, he also rigged a darklamp with a magnesium dropper, so that at the press of a switch he could flood all around him with the brightest light. He also slipped two flares into one of his many pockets, longer burning than the magnesium, and insurance to make sure he could safely leave the depths of the sewers.
This was his City, his sewers, and he was prepared to defend his territory, as any self respecting fox would……