After the flood, and following the incineration of selected species to please God who likes the smell of burning flesh Genesis 8:20-21 there was a very specific commandment from God. Animals were not to cozy up in the world order He was instituting and, in addition, were to be frightened of us. Not something I dreamed up last night but the Word of God.
GENESIS 9 .KJV . look up
1 And God blessed Noah and his sons, and said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth.
2 And the fear of you and the dread of you shall be upon every beast of the earth, and upon every fowl of the air, upon all that moveth upon the earth, and upon all the fishes of the sea; into your hand are they delivered.
Not only are the creatures to be FRIGHTENED of us, God explains, they are to DREAD the very sight (or scent or sound) of a human.
Have you ever felt so frightened? When you encountered something so shuddersome, so alarming, awful, creepy or terrible that you were almost transfixed? In dismay you stare horrified at the most dire apparition before you, consternation reeking in your nostrils; trepidation springs full grown in your heart as the strain and stress, the tension, the terror of that slightest sound yet though slight the sound of all sounds you wish least to hear, from which you know now you will never escape. Closer it comes. Can you elude it? No. BANG! It's shooting at you. What will your babies do without you? BANG!! Getting close now, must run, but you can't run anywhere safe, you can barely run or think or hope at all. There is only panic. This is dread.
God uses another word. Fear. Less about what is happening to you now, more what could happen. A disquietude emerging from worry about nightmare scenarios you may have witnessed befall others. This presentiment haunts you every moment, the wound elastic which uncoiling liberates terror and yet is not terror itself. A dynamic trepidation polluting every thought, every cautious movement, lest catastrophe pounce blasting you to pieces or tears you limb from limb, slowly, deliberately. At any instant this could be your fate; upon the canvas of fear what meagre remnant you call a "life" is daubed, not even an afterthought, you are nothing, all that remains is fear.
I did not decide this was to be the state of animals. God decided. And because He loves us He did not just sit there in Heaven thinking "Look at that klipspringer, frolicking carefree in the Serengeti." He told us. That klipspringer should be in DREAD when it hears an engine roar, the unique rustling which is human, the scent of gunpowder. And just like any lion or zebra, the merest whiff of hunter's sweat strikes FEAR into its subjugated breast. God is explicit. The animal welfare lobby needs to explain how safe places for these beasts can implement what God has ordained. They have yet to do so.