Death releases a dark and foreboding chuckle. "They won't know they should run before it's too late. Seal the exits, then snuff their lookouts as you see fit."

And while he doesn't have his power to be completely unperceived, the wolf slips inside through the shadows. Candlelight still dies out within his presence and lanterns dim. Periodically the reaper stretches out a hand to lightly rake his claws against wood and stone- not his weapon, too reflective in the light.

Oh sure, there's some scattered shouts to investigate such noises as they occur and there may be growing doubt on the strategy as the wolf shakes the alarm enough that the bandits suspect an intruder picking them off...

There. His noise-making denotes the perfect spot.

For whistling.