As written by the wolves:
Each villager wakes up this morning with the rosy red glow of the sun beaming through their windows. However, they each notice is it perhaps too red for the sun… The villagers file outside into the golden sunshine, finding, to their horror, that their homes have been painted with blood. The roofs are strewn with the innards of some poor villager as well. At the center of the village, there is a bloody spine stuck into the ground with part of the back still attached. Carved into the back it reads: “Raldor and I thought you all could use a new paint job."

As written by me:
A ring is found in the carnage.

Raldor, a Mason, was eaten by wolves.

Day 11 will end on Monday at 12 PM. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go throw up.