When a black bear spent time huffing and scratching around my tent nearly every night, even if I knew it was a juvenile, I didn't dare move or make any noise, lest confront!
I was scared stiff, all my hair was standing, and the fresh paw prints in the morning didn't help. This one bear was "haunting" the campsite, and we crossed our fingers not to have a mama bear coming too.
Well, there was probably no mama bear anymore...
Coming to level of noise, the squirrels in the trees were much more disturbing!