Always moving, never still. Silently gliding towards the kill. A lawyer in a court could be, compared to someone just like me. I smell your blood, I taste your fear, you're dun dun, dun dun, if you come near.

I am a merry seamstress who sews myself a house I may be small as biscuit crumbs or larger than a mouse I'm known best for my lovely legs, a tantalizing sight, But if you do not like me then I may give you a fright!

I am often found in the names of fish, I mean also to relentlessly pursue, what am I, the hunter's friend, with a sense of smell very true?

Green whisperer in the crisper, a crunchy symphony in a stalk. It flavors soups and stuffings, and serves as a place where ant rest instead of walk.

In shadows I dwell, where the ancients sleep, With whispers of fire, my secrets I keep. A guardian of treasures, both precious and rare. In myths I am woven, a creature of air.