To The Mud!

"Good, you're here to take us to see your beast that's healing. I've been waiting to see its progress and ask it how you have been caring for it." Clark spoke with a slight hint of malice in his voice. 

It wasn't to scare Jasmine as she had arrived, but to ensure that she did not forget how poorly she had treated her own beast. How she had to keep maintaining the betterment of their relationship. Even if her beast was allowing her to get away with any pain that she had caused it. 

A spirit beast was deeply connected to their tamer. Part of them at the deepest of levels. They often did not care if their tamer harmed them or even pushed them to the brink of death. However, some people would abuse that. It was not readily accepted by most societies, but still, some turned a blind eye.