David had arrived a few minutes ago at the archery range. He had promised his half-sister Freya to train with her, spot her arrows and that kind of stuff to get ready for Capture-the-Flag that evening. Since Freya was a terrific marskwoman, he had saddled a white pegasus just so he'd be faster for the arrows. That was the main plan.
Of course, he was a child of Athena so there were always side plots and little twists in what he did. While he'd naturally help his sister, he would also use the pegasus to get a good view of the forest, keep an eye out for rival trappers and generally assess the terrain from above. The forest may never grow in size but it was deeply enchanted. Paths changed, groves disappeared. Know what Herodotus said about never stepping into the same river twice? Case in point.
Of course, he was a child of Athena so there were always side plots and little twists in what he did. While he'd naturally help his sister, he would also use the pegasus to get a good view of the forest, keep an eye out for rival trappers and generally assess the terrain from above. The forest may never grow in size but it was deeply enchanted. Paths changed, groves disappeared. Know what Herodotus said about never stepping into the same river twice? Case in point.