SoSuWriMo 392
Tsukiko could not say that she was particularly offended by the way the social hierarchy was arranged in these lands. It was odd to her true, but she did not see it as wrong either. Perhaps it was because no matter what, she knew she would be at the bottom of the social ladder here. As soon as her feet had left Japanese soil any power and influence she had had was left behind on those shores. During the weeks of her voyage across the ocean she had mentally and emotionally steeled herself for the fact that no one would know the Shimazu family where she was going and that she would have no advantages. In these vast, unpopulated lands, she was just another wolf. Different from the others, but no more important.
What advantages did the nobles have over the commoners? Well, they were vast, but at the same time her father had made sure that she did not look down on the common people. It was not okay for her, as a noble, to partake in many of the things that they did, but that they were not bad or worthless people. Everyone filled the place that they were meant to fill and there was no shame in that. "The noble families are the ones that lead. We oversee the lands and keep the peace. The common people do all the menial tasks and labor, such as farming and crafting and building." It was a bit of an oversimplification, but it was true. Plus there was the ability to climb higher socially if one were to prove their worth to the noble families. The only thing a commoner could not do was become an actual noble.
The next question from the monotoned female was easier to answer. "We do not really have packs in Japan." This way of organizing a group was as foreign to the moonlit woman as the soil she stood upon. "Japan is divided into provinces, very large pieces of land. Each noble family is in control of a province and the citizens that live within their jurisdiction." Provinces were much larger than packs. Here, it would in theory be easy to know each individual that you shared membership with. In Japan, it would be nearly impossible to know each individual soul who lived in the province.
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