Answer:
My rings are not worth much, but they do tell my age. 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?
Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say. What am I?
I taste better than I smell. What am I?
Give it food and it will live, give it water and it will die.