Charlie, who had been lost in the silence that had settled in the tent when the voice of his mother had stopped, jumped at the sound of her question. He looked at her then, an apologetic expression mostly lost on his shell shocked face.
"I-" but he couldn't answer that question, other than the very obvious answer: howler. "Some..." he shrugged, though he could count the number of times his mother had ever cursed on one hand. "Wow."