He'd nod, but he has a mouth full of sandy metal. Instead, Wrathion digs his feet more into the sand -- trying to hold the ship steady. His teeth are razor sharp things, denting the metal as he holds the airship, but keeping something up with jaw strength alone isn't the easiest of things.

The metal creaks ominously, and the sand shimmers then moves. A length of what looks like barbed wire begins to slither out and begins to lash at Wrathion's leg, to wrap around one. He growls unhappily, but although it is uncomfortable the barbed wire is struggling to pierce scale... for now.