Northstar Vale I'll Follow the Sun

Fully emerging her paw into the water, once it was deemed safe, she slowly waded further into the warm water step by step until the liquid lapped over her shoulders. Strands of alabaster flowed in the water like tendrils, slowly dancing in the slow-moving current as the waters flowed out of the mouth of the cave and into the gardens. 

How about the spring of gardens? The water feeds into a garden of sorts after all. Never really good at names, she tried her best to come up with something of logical use. Such a place could be of great use to heal a weary traveler, even her own paws felt as light as the water itself as they soaked up the heat, healing the weary tendons and muscles within.