I wear many coats though I’m not for the cold, I make strong folks cry, though I’m timid and old. Chop me to bits, I’ll still flavour your bowl

My first part unique, it's cold and it's white. My second part round and may face a dog's bite. Put us together for a fun winter fight.

my cap is no crown, yet i have my own kingdom networks below, its own kind of freedom though i don’t swim, i may still have gills i can change your perception, dance on tongues, or kill

When raindrops dance, I stand guard forever, Shielding you from wind and weather. With a gentle twist, my arms open wide, A portable roof, where dry you abide.

Fashioned from once-living skin, I exist only through you. I have a lying tongue and a blind eye. I remember paths in dirt, forget them in rain. Useless alone, directional in pairs. I protect, carry, and end every journey before rest.