Answer:
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?
I make billions of dollars selling windows. Who am I?
you can throw me away but I will always be coming back
I stink in living but when dead smells good.
I reach for the sky but clutch to the ground. Sometimes I leave but I am always around.
Though not a plant, has leaves. Though not a beast, has spine. Though many wouldn't need this thing, It's more valuable than wine.