Rebel
He paced back and forth in the tent. Long streaks of gold and red cloth surrounded him, the grass still beneath his feet considering the occupant of this tent didn't mind the earth like the children did.
There was a laugh outside, hers. He drank it in, wanting to bound out of the tent and to her side but he was currently waiting for that lion.
When Aslan appeared on the scene in the clearing Susan had spoken in his defense, breaking the silence that came with the lion's question. That he had saved her from the Queen's clutches, which wasn't entirely true.
That was why he was here now, seeking audience with Aslan.
The curtains parted and the lion stepped through, padding forward so they swished close once again. To keep the conversation private. No matter how much it upset the other animals outside who seemed to think he was here to assassinate him.
He started speaking first, "It's my fault. I lured Susan away from the campgrounds and the witch never knew about it. She probably thinks I'm dead, not that I care. I just want you to know the truth and not to punish Susan for lying on my behalf."
Aslan looked at him steadily for a moment before asking, "What is the truth?"
So Maugrim proceeded to tell him the uncut version of the story. His ear twitched occasionally when Susan came up. He could still hear her outside with her brothers and sisters who had accepted her back readily enough but remained wary of him.
"You care for Susan." He nodded his head even though it hadn't been a question. "I have something I need done and you are the only one that I can trust with this task if what you say is true. It needs to be done for Susan and her family."
"I will do anything for her." Maugrim promised.