In addition to The Little Prince I was thinking of the bit in Plague Dogs where the author argues that animals actually suffer more, rather than less, than humans from physical and emotional pain, as, lacking intellect, abstraction, the ability to imagine alternative presents or futures beyond escape, the fear or pain whelm their awareness completely.

I am a story-spinning beast and I can get all /kinds/ of use from feelings of helpless fear when I wanted to whimper and cry and curl up in a ball and had to get up and do the same thing over and over again…because sometimes the story needs the ratchet, the desperation, the feeling of crying helplessness to make any victory sweeter…

But to the best of my knowledge bats do not tell stories, they would have no way to communicate the experience to another bat. No benefit. No shared release.

And so, I hope bats operate by New Who rules where the bat forgets all about the Eldritch Abomination it encountered in the Unliving Fairy Realm and manages to go far away that they never have to be frightened by hearing or smelling me if I go out on the balcony.

I had the foxes that were bred for fear alongside the tame silver foxes in Siberia in mind with the notion of being 'un-tamed'. Being (temporarily) in a state of heightened vigilance.