[Caduceus watches him struggle with it a bit, wanting to give him time to make a solid effort at it. And it... does not appear to be going well, unfortunately. (Harder than it looks? Yeah, harder than it looks. Caduceus isn't exactly angelic grace in the sky with his bug wings, he can relate to a degree. Anyway.)

He straightens up and walks past Fjord, turning around and facing the poor bow-legged wolf.]

I find it easier to get somewhere if I've got a destination in mind. Focus on me, and walk this way. Don't think about what foot's going where, just think about where you want to be.