Answer:
I roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low and will stomp on you if you get in my way!
I am a desire to munch
I begin your sentences.
What is so delicate that saying its name breaks it?
What is shaped like a box, has no feet, and runs up and down?
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?