Every meeting he had attended, Ewan had heard the name Mercy. Mercy was missing, and that struck a chord with Ver. Even someone as oblivious as Ewan could pick up on how fucking important this missing person was to Ver, and if anything, this just doubled down on that. Their leader had, in her own words, gotten carried away and possibly given another group motive to harm them. There was no real need to reprimand that. One, Ewan was in no way confident enough to tell off a leader for a bad choice. Two, it seemed she was already aware that she had, for lack of softer terms, fucked up. All for the sake of Mercy.
Regardless, this call seemed to imply that there were two imminent battles. That was two more than Ewan had faced in his lifetime. Fights, scrimmages, territorial disputes on his own: those were things the dog was more than familiar with. Raids, however, wars, battles, were far more extreme and foreign. He had mused many times since his joining that he felt he was missing out. Not on the terrifying battles, of course. Ewan never wished for war. But there was a sense of loyalty and pride that came from the veterans in the Veil, something Ewan simply didn't feel. That, he felt, he was missing out on. And now was his chance, wasn't it? To prove some sort of contribution, feel he'd earned his place in the group for once?
"I... well the Brigade pranked us and shit, right?" -though trying to sound smart he didn't care for amending his vocabulary- "so... what if we set something up that looks like we're just sending a petty prank back to them too? But it's like... an ambush, or whatever? Catch them off guard." The hound stumbled through his words. He held no anger towards the Brigade but he tried as best he could to leech off of the frustration and motivation of the others. What would make them feel the most satisfied? "Or set them up for their own shit. Like... we lay out the fuse and trick them into lighting it, yeah? That'd be dope."