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The 8 of us go forth and back to protect our king from a foes attack
What tastes better than it smells?
I'm light as a feather yet the strongest person can't hold me for more than a few minutes. What am I?
People need me yet they give me away every day.
I have 24 keys but cannot open any locks. Sometimes loud, sometimes soft. What am I?
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?