Well, apparently, our courage pair of Rangers ended up in captivity of Reindeer soldiers - the more civilised ones instead of the more common raider-like ones. Robbing them to the last bullet and bottlecap, the antlered slavers stuffed our adorable couple in tight, squeaky latex straitsuits (most likely of Pre-War origin) to prevent escape, and decided to take them to their headquarters. Cross is already planning (or at least trying to plan) escape while his marefriend appears not to mind being bound so close to her almost forever-serious lover, and even teases him a little (which apparently works) :3