Answer:
Creeping on its belly, curled into a ring. Eyes forever open, beware its lethal sting
You're gonna need a bigger boat to go after one of these toothy hunters.
What is sacred, holy, female, and noisy?
I'm carried by mad animals. What am I?
He calls in the morning, the day to renew, if his owner gets hungry, he'll be turned to stew. What is he?
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?