Sorry if this is a bit confusing; he's standing behind her/close to her and likely touching her as he explains things.
art by crypsis
His arm lowered to allow him room to move, and a set of eyes the color of spring flowers looked over the red woman. He could not hide the judgment within them—he was made for such purpose and his task was now to do just that. She was inexperienced and it showed plainly, but he did not fault her for such a thing. If he had not been found by Ezekiel and given training so early on he too might not understand the true mechanics of shooting.
“Lock your elbow,” he instructed, and used a free hand to tap it from underneath. Physical instruction was easier to him than explaining. While a gifted storyteller, Max lacked the finesse needed for true teaching. Ezekiel had always been blunt with him, and this suited the coydog just fine. “Keep this arm even with your other one,” the warrior went on, and shifted himself to stand behind her. From here, he was able to better position her hands and feet.
“Strong stance,” Max added, and nudged at her back foot. “If I hit you right now you’d fall over. Pretend you’re a tree—spread your toes out, get a grip.”
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