He was too full.

But he nosed in and out of the starlit spaces, enjoying immensely the stillness and the golden glow of the night.

He was following a rabbit-run when he came to a place where two fallen logs left a trail no wider than his body.

He squeezed through; something tightened about his neck.

There was a sudden snap--a swish as the sapling was released from its "trigger"-- and Baree was jerked off his feet so suddenly that he had no time to conjecture as to what was happening.
The yelp in his throat died in a gurgle, and the next moment he was going through the pantomimic actions of Wapoos, who was having his vengeance inside him.