[Center][h3][sup]Bo-Congro[/sup][/h3][/Center]
	Without much of a word, having since approached the glowing tree, Hura slowly brought his somewhat lanky arms and legs around the tree's trunk, and began shimmying up the sacred bark. About half way up, he carefully drew his grabbing stick from his back, steadying it in his left hand, while he ascended towards the glowing sustainance above.
	A moment later and the Vutta Maca fruit was in reach. After a few unsteady passes, the glowing fruit was seized in the scoops of Hura's picker, and gently plucked. Hanging on with his legs, the Bo-Matoran slipped the fruit into the pouch he carried, before beginning to slide back down the tree's bark.