[Above]

Explosive wiring and trigger mechanisms are a bit above the fox, yes. What's not above the creature is trying to pick up one of the mines in its teeth and run off with it.

[Below]

Eaten by a dragon, poor guy.
Hunter sheathes the glass-edged sword, and draws from her other hip the chitinous hilt of the dragon-slaying sword, its burning purple blade springing into existence. She steps out to face her quarry, that Greater Mountain Dragon.