The Sentinels I made it in my mind because

Ah, back in the Teekons. 

Dash had made a life out of traveling the Pacific coastline, venturing north in the summers and south in the winters. He had a particular fondness for this stretch that meandered through the Teekon Wilds. They were by far the most beautiful and intriguing lands he had come across in his travels; it was in these wilds that he had come closest to settling down.. one, two, three times now? 

His experienced eye located the game trail that snaked through the Sentinels. It was a trail that had brought him success over the years. He lowered his nose to the disturbed underbrush and caught the scent of a coast-dwelling boar. He smiled, slinking into the copse.