Sturm, startled by the appearance of the strange… Something, in front of him takes a few steps back, his wings curling up warily at his side.
"Uh… Alright?" he half-stutters, confused by how utterly chipper the creature seemed to be but disinclined to turn down a chance to give someone an adorable pony hug.
Breathing heavily through his mask’s filters he wraps his hooves around the fur-less biped, nuzzling them instinctively.
"That doin’ anything for you?" he asks, a bit of his less-scared-shitless attitude returning.