"I'm not here to fight, but I'm interested in offering you something good."
The buffalos released an echoing snort, showing their interest in Ken's offer. He didn't open his words with what he needed, but with what he could offer them instead.
Ken took out his cauldron and concocted a third-grade Bloodline Refining Pill. He didn't know the exact anatomy of the buffalos, so he used the recipe he had for horses, assuming it'd be effective enough even if not perfect.
When the concoction process was done, 5 pills came out of the cauldron, hovering toward the near 5 buffalos. They grunted in worry as they eyed the pills suspiciously, but the man in front of them lacked any type of ill intent, and their instincts told them to eat the round thing in the air.