She started at the cry.  She looked around not sure if it was the wind or something else.  She couldn't see anyone.  She knew that she had must had resembled a doe when it suspected it had been hunted.  She bit her lip and looked down and began to walk again.  But she began to walk more briskly her fingers finding the cannister and gripped it tight.  In her other hand she gripped her cellphone.  She was a bit afraid, but she suspected she was just spooked by nothing more than the wind.