Answer:
With a halo of water and a tongue of wood, stone as skin long I stood. What am I?
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 am gentle enough to soothe your skin light enough to fly in the sky and strong enough to crack rocks.
I wiggle and cannot see; sometimes underground and sometimes on a tree. I really don't want to be on a hook and I become a person when combined with “book”.
I am a fruit. If you take away the first letter of my name I become a crime. What am I?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?