King Elk Forest Night Sky

She looked up at the clear sky and the sparkling stars in the night. As she did she checked her direction, making sure she was still heading west. She used the stars to guide her and looked at the moon to gage the passage of time. It had been a few weeks since she left her home and the moon was in it's waxing gibbous phase; it would become full within the next few days. The image of the sky came and went as threes began to come into view. She looked at the trees and began to see markings. Small streaks on the bark of the trees. Going up to them and smelling the air she came to the conclusion that the markings were from bulls rumming their antlers on the trees. Looking down at the grass it was flattened, not too much, but it wasn't straight. This was a commonly walked path, a possible game trail, or maybe just a common spot elk herds came through. Small indications around her painted an entire picture to her about the events that happened in that very spot.