Garage: Elijah/Aubrey
The problem wasn’t that Aubrey didn’t like the newest whip. It had everything going for it that any self-respecting werewolf slash ranger of both worldly and practical tastes could possibly desire in a luxury SUV suited for impressive off-roading. Admittedly it was a rather specific Venn diagram, which he could only assume consisted solely of himself in that particular overlap, but that wasn’t a bother to his generally self-centred reasoning.
Okay, so the engine was a little louder to his ears than he’d have liked, but being a 2020 model made it a damn sight better than either of the roaring monstrosities that Patrick drove around so proudly and much to Aubrey’s hard-swallowed distress when they hurt his ears. (They were hideous, too. Loud, and ugly, and Aubrey was far too much a product of the eighties and nineties to be caught dead driving a Jeep, regardless of the requirements of his current occupation; while he ticked plenty of boxes, he outright refused to be the gay man’s equivalent of a lesbian in a Subaru.)
Although he was starting to get better at tamping down the sensory overload that came along with the wolf, it still took a fair bit of concentration and effort. So the comparative purr of the engine of his Range Rover to that of trucks that had been ‘roided-up and stripped of anything remotely resembling a muffler that made Aubrey wince when he passed them on the highway, he could certainly live with that. He still drove with the radio off, because his wolf didn’t like anything else impeding with his hearing while enclosed in what he considered a rolling metal cage. It was the same reason Aubrey’s windows were always down, even driving in what was still essentially the clutches of winter — the wolf wanted the fresh air, and the ability to scent their surroundings at all times.
Needless to say, the wolf was not a fan of driving in general, and always gave Aubrey a sense of restless pacing when it was necessary. Some of that tension uncoiled from Aubrey's chest as he pulled into the lot of one of the garages in town and put the SUV in park, and climbing out of the driver’s seat gave him the sense that the wolf was stretching his legs, front followed by hind, like a dog after he got up from a nap. (The wolf did not appreciate that comparison, which made Aubrey’s mouth twitch in a suppressed smirk as he pulled open the door to the shop.)