Harley probably shouldn't have found the fact that the guy was limping off the field as funny as he did, but a little giggle still escaped his lips. What? It was football and they'd bragged about how they were going to kick the crap out of him and Alex. Now that the tables were turned, it was a lot more fun for the two weres than for the frat boys, but everyone loved a good challenge whether they admitted to it or not.
Heading back over to Alex, he gave his friend a high five - followed immediately by something of a death glare as the other guy shouted at them. Sure, Alex was a hippie, no one was ever going to deny that, but this was clearly used as an insult. Had Harley been in bird form, he would have ruffled all his feathers, and possibly gone off in the guy's direction. Now, he settled for the stare of doom and then a laugh at whatever it was Alex shouted. In his head, it was some joke about their opponent's mom, something he knew Alex wouldn't actually say, but it worked for him regardless.
He took off at a sprint - not quite as fast as Alex, but stil faster than anyone they were facing - and then turned to see his friend launch the ball at him. Harley was completely open, seeing as the other team's focus was all on Alex, and he caught it without much of a problem, ducking and rolling into the mud. "Hey, where's the line for a touchdown? Was this a touchdown?" he shouted across the field.