Utterly Mad

Wolf:
"I don't think that's neccecary sir, but I'll lower the hull."
The walker sort of kneels down,giving it a smaller profile, also giving some cover for the infanterists behind.
You radio in for further orders as the retreating hounds fire loosely towards the walker, giving a nice "cling" everytime a bullet bounces off your armor.
Soon enough, the hounds are all gone into the deep jungle.

"Roger 263. That unit you rescued got delayed on the way to their objective, could you give them a ride to where they need to be, and give them some support while you're at it?"