Redsand Canyon Couldn't look you in the eye

Kallik hated to admit it, but Glaukos was right: if they left, they might lead danger to where the civilians were—to where Aquene was. Before he thought the cat would go its own way if they left it alone, but now he couldn't help but picture it attacking his healer, or Tamar, or Malila. It wasn't worth it to save themselves from a dangerous fight. His face hardened and he gritted out: Fine. 

The other soldier moved away, and Kallik caught on to what he was doing—splitting the cat's focus so if it attacked, it would have to chose one and leave itself vulnerable to the other. It was a good plan.

Kallik moved then, going the opposite way of Glaukos. The cougar whipped its gaze from the other auxillary to growl at Kallik in the same moment it finally jumped down. Moving only like a hunter could, it launched its muscular body at him. Kallik snarled and lunged forward to meet it, taking a slash of claws to his chest but managing to latch on to the cat's neck. He clamped down and then danced away, tearing flesh away and leaving gaping hole. 

His chest stung like a bitch and blood seeped out to stain his fur from four deep gashes. He pushed away the pain and focused on the beast who looked like it was about to lunge for him again.