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?
With a halo of water and a tongue of wood, stone as skin long I stood. What am I?
I row quickly with four oars but never comes out from under my own roof.
When I am caught, I am thrown away. When I escape, you itch all day. What am I?
I go in dry and come out wet. The longer I stay in the stronger my surroundings get.
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.