She wakes up alone in the woods, draped in that curtain she insists on wearing.
|Seriously, my Nana had the same pattern on her rug.|
Then some douchebag in leather snatches the curtain while she's washing her face in the stream.
|Maybe there's some kind of drape shortage in the Enchanted Forest.|
The douchebag in leather decides to be an extra large prick about the whole cloak thing.
|Magically appearing torch! Be a giant dick and things will happen for you.|
They tussle when it transpires he knows about her special condition, and - I shit you not - he says: "I know a Child of the Moon when I see one." Oh, dude.
|Still a better love story than Twilight.|
Quinn (we learn, after he introduces himself) is a wolf as well, and he takes Red back to his cosy, sunken castle digs, where she's faced with a woman who is in dire need of both a hairbrush and a stylist.
|Oh, she's also Red's mother.|