Answer:
What is never used unless it's in a tight place?
When it comes in, From sea to shore, Twenty paces you'll see, No less, no more.
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
A nut cracker up in a tree.
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?