I have fangs and enjoy piecing holes with a single bite.
I have a frame but no picture. I have poles but not standing up
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?
Use me if you really want to see inside someone
I am so delicious that I require a house to contain me.
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!