It's the feeling of something furry smacking her in the face, that causes Santana to jolt awake. For a brief moment, unsure of where she was, as she tried to remember the events of last night. She glances around and frowns when she spots Charlie in her wolf form, sniffing around the bed, and she can't help but reach out and run her fingers along Charlie's back causing the wolf to turn to her for a moment. "Hey, there Fuzzbutt, I missed you."

The wolf studies Santana for a moment before walking over to the fridge and sitting in front of it and shooting her an impatient look.

Santana blinks and stares at Fuzzbutt for a moment who lets out a small bark of sorts, and Santana rolls her eyes before getting up to see what Charlie had stored in her fridge. She's not surprised to see some meat that's in a state of being defrosted and some eggs and strips of bacon. She glances around for a skillet to make herself some breakfast before tossing Charlie a raw strip of bacon. She's not surprised when Charlie moves quickly and begins to eat it quickly. Somethings didn't change.

Immediately she sets about making herself a breakfast, turning to glance at Fuzzbutt who was simply lying there staring at her. "I'm going to need to talk to your other half," Santana points out, feeling a bit silly talking to a wolf. She's met with a low growl causing her to sigh. "Yeah, I know you two aren't on the same page, and you don't want to let her out. But I need to talk to her about everything. I need to understand why she ran away, why she abandoned me." Santana focuses on the eggs for a moment only to feel something cold pressing against her leg and she glances down to see Fuzzbutt nuzzling her gently. "She said she was afraid that you were going to hurt me but you aren't hurting me." Santana scratches behind Fuzzbutt's ears and smiles as she opens a cupboard and finds some plastic plates. She rolls her eyes and plates the egg before she starts making some bacon. She sighs and looks at Fuzzbutt for a moment, Charlie could probably hear her, at least that's what she assumed. "I know I don't understand what mating is to your species, all I know is that I loved you, I was in love with you. I know that I missed you every day and I called every single day for months hoping that you would pick up. It feels silly now, I feel stupid for spending so much time focusing on you. Thinking back on it I depended on you a lot, I was lonely and it was a new city and I just—I needed a friend. You were my best friend, we'd watch Doctor Who together, we'd go to the comic store together. I mean I was such a nerd back then but I had you and I didn't care if I was popular or anything because you made me feel like your entire world. I mean looking back on it probably wasn't the healthiest relationship, but. It was our relationship."

Santana turns to look at Fuzzbutt only to spot that she was going straight for the food that she had laid out for herself. "Hey." Fuzzbutt pauses and looks at her and Santana can swear Charlie's laughing on the inside. "My food." Fuzzbutt stares at her before deciding to promptly ignore her and go for the eggs causing Santana to swat her gently. "I'm making you bacon, so sit and be patient or better yet let me talk to your other half."

The wolf growls at this but finally sits on the ground and waits patiently.

Santana sighed, she really did need to talk to Charlie, she needed to have this conversation with someone who could speak back, but perhaps it would be best to feed the wolf and then flush the drugs down the toilet or at least promise that she'd make Charlie stop taking them. "You know communication is the best way to fix a broken relationship. I mean our relationship isn't a relationship anymore but you and your wolf are kind of stuck together forever. So maybe you need to I don't know talk it out on the full moon or whatever and listen to each other or whatever."

Fuzzbutt snorted at this before curling up on the ground near her feet.

"I'm serious, I'm not a therapist and I sort of think dog psychologists are full of shit, but I mean you can actually have like an internal dialogue of sorts, and she thinks you're out of control and you think she's poisoning you and weakening you on purpose. I mean come on. Just talk to each other, she'll stop using the drugs and you can stop exerting your influence when she really doesn't need you too. I mean this isn't rocket science." Santana continues finishing up with the bacon and taking two strips for herself while plating the rest for Charlie who perks up and follows her.

She sets the plate down for Charlie who immediately lunges at it and begins to eat it messily before she takes a seat on the bed nibbles at her food, just taking it all in. She should be bothered at how easily she had gotten ensnared into Charlie's world again but she wasn't. She was just happy that her friend was back even if her friend was being stubborn and refusing to transform back into her human form. "I was the happiest when I was with you and maybe, no one else felt right," Santana admits. "So maybe I'm not an animal person and I don't want to be, but I think what we have—what we had, transcends all of that."

Santana looks up to see Fuzzbutt staring at her and she can't help but smile, maybe Charlie agreed with that and they could at least start from there. Nothing would and could take back all the damage that being separated had done but there was something there between them she could feel it. Though the smile fades slightly when Fuzzbutt tried to get at her food. "Seriously, we're having a moment and all you can think of is food?" She gently shoves Fuzzbutt away only to have her pounce on her knocking the plate from her hand and onto the bed.

Santana stares at the wolf that's practically crushing her under it's weight and she grunts about to push Charlie off when she's rewarded with a large lick to her face and the wolf pressing its cold nose against her and sniffing. "Alright, alright, I know I smell like bacon but get off, you're heavy and naked." The wolf snorted at this but hopped off and quickly munched on the eggs that Santana had made before going after the bacon and flopping back onto the bed and yawning. Santana groaned and got up only for Fuzzbutt to roll onto her back and bark at her. "You're kidding, right?" Santana questions crossing her arms. "I need to talk to your other half, I don't have time to rub your—" Santana rolled her eyes when the wolf barked at her again. "No, I need your other half and then the next time you're in you're like this I promise I'll rub your belly for like five minutes." Santana sighs when the wolf barks again. "Okay for ten minutes."

The wolf huffed at this but finally rolled over and hopped off the bed, and stretched for a moment before heading to the bathroom and managed to close the door.

Santana shook her head, but waited for Charlie to appear. She could hear the snapping and grunting from inside the bathroom and she couldn't help but snicker. "Next time, I'll just wait outside Charlie." She's rewarded with a sort of half bark, half groan of pain, and the smile faded. "Are you okay?"

"Peachy," Charlie grunted. "Can you put some clothes outside the door?"

Santana glances around the room noting the pop-up hamper in the corner, the clothes inside were folded and she grabs some underwear, before she spots a shirt and piles it in front of the bathroom door. "You do realize that it's nothing I haven't seen before, right?"

The door to the bathroom opened and an arm appeared patting the ground before finally finding the clothes and dragging them back in. "Do you really want to have this conversation, with one of us naked?" Charlie asks.

Santana smiled before glancing down at herself and spotting all the fur on her black dress. "Well, it can't be anymore awkward than last night. Also, I need to change into something that isn't covered in a layer of fur."

"Okay, just go into the small closet, there should be something you can wear," Charlie throws out as there's a bang and a string of curse words.

Santana strips out of the dress and heads to the closet, and opens the closet grabbing the first baggy shirt she sees and a pair of shorts and sliding them on just as the door to the bathroom swung open and Charlie appears, and even from here she can see she looks better than she did last night. "No more drugs."

Charlie frowned as she flicked her eyes to the pill bottles, "You don't—"

"I don't care, you're killing yourself. I should have stopped you last night but I didn't know it was this bad. Your wolf is fine. I'm fine, see?"

"You don't understand, my wolf wasn't supposed to come out. Not like that, not when I had very little control, it's already happened once, the only good thing was that I wasn't in front of humans. I haven't been in balance for a long time Santana."

"Yeah, well drugs aren't the answer," Santana insists. "Also, being alone like you're some sort of lone wolf, isn't the answer either. You're a pack animal. You're not meant to be alone. I mean it's just like training any dog—"

"Not a dog."

"They need plenty of exercise and interaction and you've been starving your wolf of that," Santana continues as if Charlie hadn't spoken.

"What, half a year of vet school and you're an expert?" Charlie frowns.

Santana flushed, but she wasn't going to let Charlie simply dismiss her concerns. "You don't need to be a vet to know what you're doing to yourself is incredibly unhealthy. So, we need to make sure you're healthy."

"You sound like my father."

"Well your father is a smart man and you should maybe listen to him more instead of arguing with him over every little thing. He only wants what's best for you." When Charlie frowns at this and raises an inquisitive brow, Santana shuffles a bit. "Your father sort of helped me get into the program. He acknowledged that I knew about the community, and we talked about you know—animal people and you."

"Of course, you did, let me guess he told you what a fuck up I was—" Charlie begins starting to grow agitated.

Santana winces slightly, "No, just that you needed to find a mate and get your life back on track. I mean I think your dad loves you in his own totally grouchy and unreasonable way." When Charlie doesn't respond she sighs and reaches to nudge Charlie's shoulder to grab her attention. "You're not a fuck up, you're just a wolf who for some reason insists on being alone and doing everything alone."

"I don't want to be alone, I didn't want to go to Alaska either, but I was afraid I'd turn into some creepy stalker person if I stayed. I don't know how to just be your friend."

Santana was quiet for a moment, this was a start, they could start from there and work there way up. She wasn't quite sure if Charlie remembered what she had said when she was in her wolf form but she wasn't going to push it right now. "Well, you can start by putting on some pants and we can go to Denny's or somewhere and you can buy me breakfast. Since you know, your wolf ate it all."

Charlie grunts at that, "Fine, but let me just—" Charlie reaches for the pills.

"No, Charlie, just no," Santana says moving to swat her hand. Charlie was going to get over this, whatever it was and things would be okay. She hoped that they would be okay.